If life is a glorious chain of songs;
Nobody would be staring at blank emptiness with hope burning furiously in their eyes.
If life is a medley of extemporaneousness;
Nobody would be spending their nights plotting plans against one another like antagonists.
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Oh Unspoken One. What in Truth is your name? Just asking. I could make a begining here. And, oh, yes, thanks for sharing. Thoughtful. Cheers. Subroto